2239. Now a diplomat for the United Federation of Planets, Spock agrees to a bonding with Saavik, his former protégé and an accomplished Starfleet officer in her own right. More than a betrothal but less than a wedding, the sacred Vulcan rite is attended by both Spock's father, Sarek, and a nervous young Starfleet officer named Jean-Luc Picard.
Plans for the consummation of the pair's union are thrown off course when Spock receives a top-secret communication that lures him into the heart of the Romulan empire. Enmeshed in the treacherous political intrigues of the Romulan capital, undone by a fire that grows ever hotter within his blood, Spock must use all his logic and experience to survive a crisis that will ultimately determine the fate of empires!
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
May 01, 2000
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Excerpt from Vulcan's Heart by Josepha Sherman
VULCAN, SAREK'S ESTATE, DAY 2, FIRST WEEK OF SHARVEEN, YEAR 2329
Lieutenant Jean-Luc Picard of Starfleet, twenty-four Earth years old and, for all his Starfleet experience, feeling painfully aware of his youth amid this distinguished gathering, tugged surreptitiously at the hem of his dress uniform's tunic, trying to get the cursed thing to lie properly-- and trying at the same time not to sweat. Tri-ox injections might help a human deal with Vulcan's thinner atmosphere, but the climate was still unbelievably warm, even now when it was barely dawn. It was rather flattering that his captain should have picked him to be part of this ceremonial team, but--
"Already hotter than good old Terran Hell, isn't it?" a voice with an unmistakable Southern United States accent drawled.
Picard turned sharply, and found himself staring into a weatherworn, aged face-- with two of the shrewdest, least-aged eyes he'd seen. "Sir?" Picard began, then hastily upgraded that as the man's trim maroon uniform and metallic ornaments registered (despite the floppy, decidedly nonregulation sunhat): "Admiral!" God, there was only one Starfleet admiral who would be this old, and this old-fashionedly Southern: "Admiral-- Doctor-- Admiral McCoy!"
"Doctor, please. Sounds more natural."
But this was the McCoy, Leonard McCoy, the one who'd shipped with Captain James T. Kirk aboard the original Enterprise, yes, and with Mr. Spock, Ambassador Spock, too-- Picard had to fight himself not to grab the admiral's hand, reminding himself sternly, You are not a raw cadet, you are a Starfleet lieutenant. Of course the admiral would be here; he was one of Spock's oldest Starfleet friends. But this-- this was like meeting part of living history!